This is a song about "God or a king"

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Now let me be clear there's a reason i'm a king,

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

A rook, a knight, a bishop, all kneels down to the king.

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Be a king? think not, why be a king when you can be a god?

I hear the people talking

I'm not a peasant, i'm a king

You in the presence of a king

And this will be the song that we sing

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Before you take a crack at the "king"

The time is now, on everything